He resists temptation, until the Queen forces his hand

It would be so easy, Marcus thought, as he nuzzled into his Mother's tight embrace, his face pressed into her soft boobs. He'd done it for the twins, hadn't he, made them do whatever he wanted. Just like Mistress said, that was what magic was for. If he just reached out with the power simmering away inside him, he could have his beautiful, busty Mother kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick or licking his new pussy, whichever one he felt like trying. And Mistress would like that, he was certain. It was just the kind of thing she seemed to want him to do with his magic. She'd probably be very pleased with him.

Only...as soft and beautiful as his Mother was, the young prince found a lingering **** to twist her mind like that just for his own pleasure. It felt like a step too far, perhaps because he'd never properly done it himself. Even making the twins serve him just now had more been because Mistress hadn't left him much choice. No, he'd better not. She was his Mother and that meant something...no matter how much Mistress wanted her punished. Smiling to himself, the young prince pressed his naked body into the Queen's warm embrace, enjoying how soft her skin felt against his own. Well, he might not do anything to her, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy how good it felt to rest in her big, gorgeous boobs.

"Come, we need to leave." His Mother spoke suddenly, her voice firm. "That woman is far more dangerous than you can imagine. I'll find a way to fix what she's done to you...somehow, but for now I need to get you as far away from her as I can. It's you she wants...but I won't let her have you." She stepped away, tugging him along with her in a tight grip that seemed so much stronger than he would have guessed her capable of.

"What?" The young prince gasped. His Mother wanted to take him away...from Mistress? "No...you can't!" He tried to pull away from her, but she held him even tighter, her sharp fingernails digging into his skin. "Let me go, Mother!" Marcus yelped. He didn't want to leave Mistress! Sure, she did some mean things, and she could be really quite cruel, but...it was sort of hard to focus on that, and she was teaching him so much about magic! Things his Mother would never have let him learn! All she allowed him to do was study and sit in his room where she thought he was safe, and got mad at him if he asked for anything more.

"Stop fighting me Marcus!" The Queen snapped, pulling him past the twins, who were kneeling naked on the floor where they'd been left with placid smiles and empty eyes. "What's wrong with you? Listen to me, right now! You're in danger here, I've got to get you away" The edge of panic straying into her voice and the harsh way she yanked him with her left Marcus swimming in confusion. Why was she being so hard on him?

"No, stop, Mother!" He shook his head, struggling to pull out of her grip. Only, she hardly seemed to hear him, terror in her eyes as she headed for the door. No, he couldn't let this happen! Mistress would be upset with him if she thought he'd tried to run away! **** now, the young prince reached inside for his magic, the one way out he could see with his Mother refusing to listen. It came to him, even easier than before, until he could feel it crackling across his skin like a sea of sparks, filling him up with searing waves of heat.

Marcus pictured his Mother now in his mind, imagining her stopping dragging him like this, trying to picture her listening to him for once instead of just forcing him to do whatever she wanted! He wasn't just her meek, cowardly son anymore, he had magic now! And if Mistress was right, he was really good at using it too! He was tired of doing what she said, tired of her spoiling everything and coddling him like she had his entire life. It would be so much easier if she was like the twins and just kneeled at his feet and did what he said from now on! As if in answer to that thought, he felt the power inside him sear forth in a crackling surge of magic. It leapt between them in one great surge, and he felt the air seem to shift around him, the lamps lighting the throne room flaring even brighter for a moment.

Just like that the Queen paused mid-stride, her grip on his naked body loosening until she hardly held him at all. The look of wild panic faded from her gorgeous face, replaced by a blank, placid look. She stared down at him, her eyes dull, and lashes fluttering. The young prince froze in her limp grip, gazing back at his Mother. Had it worked...?

"Marcus..." She murmured at last, her voice soft and breathless. "My baby..." Her hand stroked his back, slowly rubbing down his bare skin. "I'm here for you, what do you need, my darling boy...anything you want, I'm yours. Anything." Marcus paused, frowning at these very unfamiliar words from his strict and sometimes cold Mother. The way she was speaking too, so warm and delighted, like all she wanted was for him to give her an order. Did that mean...she was going to do as he said from now on?

"Um...let me go, Mother." The young prince replied timidly, still half-expecting her to get mad and keep yanking him around. Instead, she smiled gently, and her hands slipped from his body. Stepping back she spread her arms wide, standing there with her gorgeous naked body on display, not a hint of embarrassment in the way she met his anxious stare. The young prince swallowed, his mouth dry and his new pussy aching and wet again. His gaze darted down her bare skin, tracing over his wide hips and soft thighs, her perfect skin as smooth and white as virgin snow. What would it...feel like to kiss her there? She wouldn't mind...would she? Right now, she was doing everything he said. All he had to do was ask. "Mother..." He opened his mouth. She straightened, an eager, expectant smile on her face. Her eyes lit up, waiting for his order. "Would you come here and..."

At that moment, the throne room seemed to darken, the shadows growing thicker and a cold chill settling in the air. Marcus froze, an icy shiver running up his spine. He felt Mistress...felt her power settle over him like a suffocating cloak, and then, from one moment to the next, she appeared, stepping out of the shadows, pale and naked, her purple eyes wide with shock. They darted first to the Queen, and she shuddered once, a hoarse gasp escaping her trembling lips. Then she turned to the young prince, looking more surprised than he'd ever seen her. Where once she'd seemed to tower above him, he suddenly realized she was only actually a little taller than he was.

"Apprentice, I felt...what have you done?" Mistress stammered, shadows flowing around her naked body like a cloak. Marcus shivered like a leaf, staring back at her timidly, hardly able to find the words to explain himself. He didn't feel that insistent urge to kneel at her feet just yet, but her power still swirled around her in great, dark sheets, a wall of icy magic he felt like could swallow him whole. If she wanted to...she could crush him like a bug, or worse. She could do anything she wanted to him. "Tell me now, boy...how did you do this?" She repeated firmly, the question pressing down on his chest like a weight. Before he could think of keeping quiet, he found the words slipping free of his lips, telling her everything that had happened since she left him here.